Lahan had started this fight himself. Running into someone as relentless as Xiong Tianba, he had only himself to blame for his bad luck. Xiong Tianba's first punch had already sent his blood and qi churning, and Lahan had exhausted a good deal of his strength fighting Dong Tianjiang earlier. Yet each of Xiong Tianba's punches was fiercer than the last, without the slightest sign of his strength waning. All three blows met Lahan's head-on. They drove Lahan back step after step, and when he forced himself to withstand the final punch, heat surged into his throat. Pfft! Another mouthful of blood sprayed out.
Seeing him spit blood, Xiong Tianba stopped attacking. He planted his hands on his hips and stood there, grinning broadly at Lahan. "Damn you, did you think I was easy prey? This time I beat you till you spat blood. Next time I'll rip your head off and use it as a chamber pot."
Humiliated and furious, Lahan shrieked as he spat blood. "Aaaah... you'll be the death of me!" He drew the scimitar at his waist, ready to charge forward and fight to the death, heedless of everything. Then a grim voice barked from behind him, "Lahan! Stand down!" Wanyan Chixiong had arrived just in time.
Wanyan Chixiong strode over at the head of a group of warriors, moving with the bearing of a dragon and the stride of a tiger. His tiger-like eyes blazed, and anger filled his face. He radiated imposing might and extraordinary grandeur.
Hu Xiaotian used Secret Voice Transmission to tell Xiong Tianba to withdraw, then exchanged a glance with Zhou Mo. Both understood that they would do best to keep a low profile tonight.
Hu Xiaotian now fully understood Xi Yan's plan. She intended to lure Dong Tianjiang and the